I had a dream last night about geoducks. In the dream, I went up to the shellfish stand at the farmers market and the guy running the stand was dressed as a ship’s captain. I said, “Hey, how far in advance would I have to order a geoduck?”
“I can give you one right now,” said the guy, throwing a live geoduck at me. I caught it, and the siphon was flopping all over. Then Iris walked by and said, “Dada, why you got a geoduck?”
I’m really glad Freud is too dead to comment on blogs.
Sometimes a geoduck is just a geoduck.
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I think you have a secret need to play arcade games.
I cant wait to play King of Mollusks 2000 on the Neo Geoduck.